Holiday

Then Blossom purred, "Jin. I want you to ketsuman. I want you to bottom."

The two men's faces fell. Tem was back in the wing chair with me and we sat, riveted as the two men seemed to be struggling with their lady boss's demands. Blossom threw back her head and laughed.

"Yi is always the ketsuman. It's time he gets to tachi, to top." Blossom reached for another piece of opium. Man, she'd consumed enough to kill a horse. It was not bringing out a very nice side of her. She was enjoying their discomfort. Me, I was ready to roll. Tem's body was rigid against mine, and not in a good way.

"Move to the floor so Jimmy Thunder and his man get a good view." She chewed another, bigger piece of opium. The two men moved to the floor and undressed each other. They forgot everything then as two men are wont to do when fucking is involved. Jin had some serious hardware on his not too small penis. I'd never seen so many piercings on a cock.

"You ever fucked a guy with all that jewelry on his pecker?" I asked Tem, who gave me a sullen look.

"Only the cock rings I put on you…and the little restraints."

Oh, God. He was making my dick hard now and his stroking hand liked what it felt through my tight leather pants.

"Not so fast. I do believe I owe you one, Mr. Thunder."

Tem rubbed his face into my neck. "We pleasured each other," he whispered, but his eyes were alive with excitement.

"Yeah…but you thought of the blueberries and I do believe I'm hungry again."

Jin was on his back now, squeezing his pierced nipples in his fingers, watching us as Tem and I watched him. Yi spread Jin's ass and the look on his face was priceless as the other man's mouth connected with his ass hole. There is nothing like a tongue in your ass, as I have learned. The slurping sounds Yi made seemed to be turning my man on and I unzipped his fly. His lovely, luscious cock sprang out, needing its man to relieve it.

"Oh…look how big that is," moaned Jin, and Yi stopped what he was doing to take a look at Tem's rigid cock. I always said Tem could have been a fantastic top in movies, except for his overwhelming desire to be fucked. Yi turned back to the hot body in front of him as my mouth went to Tem's goody bags. His balls were the biggest, juiciest ones I'd ever had, in my limited experience of men. My tongue licked away at them because I knew Tem liked it so much.

He slouched further down in the wing chair and I had to have possession of him now. I pulled the leather pants down his thighs and all the way to his ankles. They got stuck on his boots so he lifted his legs and I positioned myself between them.

"Yeah…" Jin groaned, and I glanced up to see a couple of Yi's fingers massaging their way into Jin's bottom, the thumb rubbing against his perineum. 

I mirrored his actions, Blossom's mouth slack as her gaze moved from us to them and back again. Tem went crazy when two of my fingers worked into him, stroking his prostate, my thumb on the other side keeping up a maddening pressure on his perineum. I took his cock all the way in my mouth, my left hand gently nursing his balls.

Tem's legs flailed about as I slipped a third finger into him. The sounds of slurping man joy were loud in that big red room as dawn broke and a soft, very soft apricot glow shimmered through the windows.

“You’re spoiling me.” Kimo held me to him. “I want to fuck you…God, I’ve always wanted to fuck you in a limousine.”

“Darling, no. Not yet. You can fuck me on our way home. I would never deny you anything, but I’ve got something really special planned. If you wait, you’ll come really, really hard.”

“I always come hard for you.” When I didn’t budge, he frowned. “Am I allowed to kiss you?”

“You’d better!” I was thrilled when he gave me the most indecent kiss one man ever gave another man fully clothed.

We had to rearrange ourselves as we pulled up in front of the sleek black building at the edge of the road filled with luxury hotels and boutique shops.

Our driver opened the door. “I’ll be out here waiting for you.”

“Thank you,” I told him and Kimo and I climbed out of the car and the door to the club opened.

Ricky Sweet, one of the male hula dancers from our show opened the door and Kimo and I greeted him. Kimo was surprised to see Ricky, I was not. Ricky had helped me organize my surprise for Kimo and he wished us a Merry Christmas.

“Put these VIP wrist bands on. Have fun! Armand will show you the way.”

We walked into a dense, dark, sexy, exotic space.

Naked men danced in cages, naked and half naked men were walking around, they were dancing with other men and Kimo gaped at the threesomes and foursomes going on in rooms to our left and right.

His eyes were like orbs and I almost laughed, until a big burly guy with cropped gray hair came to greet us.

“Lopaka?”

“Yes.”  

“This way.” He gestured with his left hand. He took us into an elevator and we rose two floors and came out onto a series of doors.

“Number six. Merry Christmas!”

I told Kimo to open the door and we walked into a room with a round banquette in it and glass on three sides. We sat on the banquette and I started undressing Kimo who hadn’t quite finished getting my clothes off when suddenly, the windows were lit up and my husband’s jaw dropped.

Six incredibly huge, hung guys, two of them body builders from the gym where we sometimes trained, walked naked towards chairs and sat in them as six more naked men came and knelt before them.

In a superb display of synchronized cock-sucking, the six kneeling men started working on the big, beefy dudes and I threw myself on the floor, in a panic to get my husband’s pants off.

He was leaking pre-cum all over my face and fingers. He was torn between watching me and watching the show. I was anxious to get his fine meat in my mouth and Kimo moaned. “They can’t see us?” he asked.

“No baby.” I came off his cock for a moment. “Are you sorry about that?”

“Hell no. I don’t want any man coveting the best cock sucker in the business. Lopaka…this is so hot. I can hear the sounds they’re making. Those are some big muscle men getting some really intense action. Oh baby.” He held my head to his cock and he fucked my face, coming with two or three of the other guys in the room. “Six geese a laying,” my husband laughed. “I love it.”

He gasped when all the cock suckers stood up and bent over the chairs. Despite having just come, all the guys who’d just been sucked had huge erections, just looking for homes. “Oh, Lopaka.”

I got on the banquette, face down and my husband pulled down my pants, watching the way those big guys tore into the hot, heaving asses over those chairs and my husband rammed into me, fucking me as he watched and listened to the action on the other side of the glass.

The curtain dropped down again when the last guy had come and we lay, my husband imbedded in me and he kissed my back and shoulders.

“I want to go home and I want you on your back in that limousine. I want to fuck you with that driver going crazy knowing he can’t have you.”

“Okay,” I said.

Kimo took himself out of me, turned me over. “Tonight’s gonna be a hard act to follow, lover man.”

     I just smiled as he took me in his arms and kissed me, once again, as always, sending my spirit straight to the moon.

Watching my husband’s wonderful face when he talked was my singular obsession in life.

“What?” His voice was gentle, his smile knowing.

I shook my head and he caught my wrist in one of his big hands. “You want your husband to fuck you. Is that it?”

“Oh, Kimo…” I had no idea where our boundless need for one another came from. I had no idea whether right now it was psychological or physical or emotional. Our passionate, early morning romp on the sea grass matted flooring of our bedroom at the Kahuna Village seemed like a long time ago now. I needed him, I wanted him. He pulled me toward him, onto his lap, his scalding tongue roaming over my face and neck. He wanted me, too.

After a couple of minutes, with the sound of Jamie’s chanting and the merry chatter of forest birds drowning our soft moans, Kimo lifted me up and put me on the ground on my back. Pulling down my pants so that they dangled from one leg, his face reflected our mutual urgency and he knelt between my open legs, moving down to my cock and waiting ass. After giving me some long, lavish licks, his tongue stirred up so much heat in my ass that I drenched in sweat and panting heavily. It was as if I had a raging fever. He was hungry for the main course and my fingers shook at the buttons of his Levis, anxious to feed him. Neither of us cared any longer who caught us. We were two married men having consensual sex and my husband’s liberated cock sprang out, jutting straight for my ass.

“I need to be in you, Lopaka.”

His mouth sought out mine again and I tasted myself on his tongue, our souls…our bodies…rejoicing at this trial by fire. I almost screamed when he entered me. My legs spread to give him easier access to me. I was completely open to him and his gaze turned possessive and proud as he gave himself to me fully.

I reached up to take Kimo’s face into my hands and his eyes closed as he thrust himself into me. I felt him enter my thoughts and I knew his joy that only he could make me feel like this. He knew I was as hungry for his release, hungrier even than I was for my own.

“Come with me, darling, come with me, my Lopaka.” Kimo’s hand curled over my rigid cock and I held him tighter, and though he had never, ever taken his cock from me for any reason, I always held onto his ass in our final moments of coming for fear that he would.

“You always put me exactly where you need me.” His voice at my ear sent my orgasm spiraling, a shimmering that consumed us both as we came together. Our pounding hearts beat like the obake’s drums and Kimo laughed, licking up a trail of sweat at my neck.

“You are one hot fuck, my beautiful man wife.”

I laughed. “You’re not so bad yourself.”

Kimo took my breath away with his long gleaming hair held back with a strand of shiny koa wood beads. I felt the contained menace oozing from him as he circled me. I was wearing exactly what he’d demanded that I wear. He’d sent a driver with a suit, shoes, socks and the most amazing underwear I’d ever worn in my life. Lace briefs for men.

He put his hand to my crotch. “You’re not hard.” His fingers searched for the outline of my cock and my gaze fell on a chunk of lava rock at the foot of the lush green garden, bursting with birds of paradise, giddy, gaudy heleconia and jade. The foamy water worked at the rocks, the way Kimo Wilder was working at me. He grunted when his persistent strokes got me hard.

“Success at last,” he whispered and took his hand away, continuing his rhythmic circling of me.

I understood in that moment how animals in the wild felt when ravenous predators circled them searching for the weak spot, watching, waiting for that perfect moment to strike. Kimo leaned forward and with both hands pulled the silk jacket from my body. It fell in a soft puddle on the floor.

“You have a nice, tight ass.” His voice was at my ear as his right hand fondled my butt cheeks. “And you are absolutely straight?”

“Yes.” I was trembling now. I’d heard he packed a huge poker in his pants. What the heck was I getting myself into?

Johnny and I had split because he was a chronic cheat. Now I felt even more cheated knowing he’d been doing things like circle jerks while I was out making a living. Our entire relationship was a lie. I wanted to go home. I was so grateful to share my

life with such an honorable man like Kimo and I wanted to be alone with him and our babies.

He put down his glass and took me in his arms. The kiss he gave me dampened my armpits and the hair at my scalp. And it didn’t stop. I was aware of a few guys in the room watching us and I was aware of the hot man-on-man action on the TV screen. The sounds of two guys fucking distracted me for just a second. I lifted my face from Kimo’s to see the top guy taking his enormous cock out of the bottom and plunging it straight back in. Over and over again, he withdrew completely, the bottom shrieking for that dick in his ass and the top would stick it back in.

The bottom was having a whale of a time and I turned my attention to Kimo’s tight jeans. He was hard and I popped open his buttons. I’d begged him to wear briefs

and now I was frustrated to have them separating me from his cock. Kimo stroked my head and I moaned when I saw his massive tool sticking out of the side of those briefs. I licked it through the fabric, moved to the head, which was very hot, and swiped my

tongue along the slit. Kimo raised himself so I could slide his jeans down and I snatched the briefs down his thighs. His proud erection sprang out at me, pointing right at my mouth.

"Look at that," the guy next to Kimo gasped. "Is it…is it real?"

I looked up, dazed from my cock feast. "Yeah, isn’t he amazing?"

"That must be…what, eleven, twelve inches?" The guy was scrutinizing it. "Can I touch it?"

"No," I frowned. "It’s mine. It’s even got my name on it. Look!"

I gave him my best, sad-dog look. "But, baby, it's Christmas and how much trouble can it get into soaking in milk and cognac? Can't we have a little fun first?"

"Oh, we're going to have fun. We gotta peel the potatoes, pick up the lobsters…what are you doing?"

He laughed as I pushed him back against the bed, got between his lovely legs and lay on top of him, covering his face with kisses. Kiki jumped off the bed. I could hear her tearing into something and hoped it wasn't important. Pono returned my heartfelt kisses as I reached his mouth. I told him I loved him over and over again and felt him becoming aroused. I loved how hard he got just from kisses and of course, I was excited, too. I let my cock roam around his hard, muscular thighs, heard the breath catch in his throat. I let it run across his belly and his body started to writhe underneath me. Our cocks strained for each other and I held them together, stroking them off in my hand as I reached out and kissed him again.

"Oh God, baby, fuck me," he urged.

I had other ideas. As soon as our leaking cocks got all slicked up, I begged Pono to fuck me. I saw the flicker of surprise in his black eyes, felt the hard leap of his cock as I climbed up and straddled him. He reached under me to stick his massive shaft into me. We both cried out as I moved up and down, his hand wrapped around my cock as I concentrated on not letting his come out of me. I loved the feeling of him inside me. I'd never been much into being fucked until I was with Pono. Now I craved him, constantly. He had a big smile on his handsome face and as I rode his body, I felt his heart already pounding. I loved how eager he was for me. He pounded into me and I rode him slowly and felt him all the way in me. I felt his cock tensing with the need for release. I twitched inside me. It excited me, feeling his pleasure. It only increased my desire to give him more. I was really bouncing now.

"I want you to come inside me, baby. I want that hot white come in me," I shouted and we exploded together. In my head, the whale gave its call and I realized it was part of my soul, it was a mating call.

Pono licked my come from his fingers, feeding me some.

"You taste of pineapples," he said. 

"Take me deeper, babe!"

On her hands and knees between her boyfriend’s legs, Joy Danser worked her jaw muscles until her mouth and throat surrounded his entire cock.

"Better," Ted Meeks groaned. He lay spread eagled beneath her on their bed. "Smooth and steady. Let’s see how long you can manage."

Joy wanted to snicker. Even after two years of living together, his need to make sex a challenge annoyed her. She’d outlast Ted. She always did. Relaxing her muscles, she bobbed slowly up and down his shaft. It would only take a sudden shift in pace or a deft twist of the hand around the base of his cock and he’d be spurting down her throat in a flash. Or if she squeezed his balls just right. Or, a surefire way of making him come would be slipping her middle finger in his ass. She could win this challenge whenever she chose to.

She suctioned slowly up his shaft until she only held its fleshy crown in her mouth. Ted’s hands curled around her shoulders as if he feared she might leave him. Chuckling around his cock she drifted back down its length until her lips again smacked against his loins.

Inching her way back up, she felt his hand slip between her legs and begin to palm her pussy. She blinked her eyes open wildly. All ten of Ted’s fingernails dug into her shoulders. What the hell? Who the hell? She started to rear up.

A large hand pressed against her back. "Easy, Danser. It’s just me, Santa. You wanted to believe," a deep male voice chortled. "So, here I am."

The words reverberated in her head. They hadn’t been spoken aloud. She was sure of that. Santa! Damn, her job had finally gotten to her. She was going crazy. She swore she felt soft whiskers caressing her lower back and then her rump. She supervised the eight temporary Santas at the mall as part of her assistant manager position. Yes, she’d been envious of how easily the boys and girls believed and marveled when the Santas went out of their way to listen to them and please them. She’d only hired the best. Each had to have an authentic beard. It could be dyed white, but it had to be real.

"My beard is authentic. You must feel that. Mustache, too."

"Oh my. You can read my thoughts." His lips and mustache traced the contour of her rump. She didn’t balk when he grazed the insides of her thighs. She shifted her knees further apart.

"That’s right. Open for me. You may want to remember Ted now and then, or even he may begin to wonder what’s happening to you."

Ted! Joy hurriedly moved up and down her boyfriend’s shaft before slowing her pace, trying to collect her wits while remaining keenly aware of the hands and lips on her butt.

"Good," came the voice in her head. "Wouldn’t want to explain to him what you’re really doing--playing with Santa." A tongue slid along the crevice of her butt cheeks. "Have you ever played with two cocks before?"

He shifted her weight and she heard the coverlet get folded back. It was with some amazement that she figured out that he had used his tail to manipulate the fabric.

Perhaps I should take the lead?

He didn’t give her a chance to reply before standing her on the bedding and unwinding the fabric that still covered her from waist to ankle. Well, it had been covering her. Now she was quite naked, but not cold. The lust in his eyes warmed her in a way that outer coverings could never do.

Beautiful. More lovely than I could have imagined in a thousand dreams.

Pleasure and pride filled her at his thoughts, her chin lifted, shoulders went back and her stomach tightened in anticipation of his touch. He didn’t keep her waiting long. He trailed his fingers over her forehead, across her cheeks and down her jaw line to her throat. Inch by inch he caressed her, her position on the bed gave the effect of her being on a pedestal.

No part of her body was left untouched except for the soft folds of her sex, he saved those for last. He flipped her onto her hands and knees for that exploration. Holly was blushing to her roots, but he couldn’t see it.

He didn’t explore her with his hands, but he tasted her with the tongue that had kept her own entertained in their spine-melting kiss. Wet heat flared inside her, prompting more moisture as he lapped and lapped at her sex with mind-numbing attention. Her elbows shook as she tried to keep her torso on level with her hips, but she had to give up and lean her head on the bed. This had the effect of spreading her knees more and Kevik took full advantage of her opening to him. His tongue was dancing across her clit, swirling and flicking, then moving into her channel to lap and suck with fervent action. Her orgasm hit her like a freight train, knocking the breath out of her and sending her flat to the bed.

Soft kisses crept up her spine, across her shoulders and the back of her neck. When she could move again, she groaned loudly. The deep snicker near her ear was full of masculine smugness. It was well deserved.

Holly smiled into the sheets. She had never had a lover who had gone down on her before. It had been quite a revelation. Wow didn’t even begin to cover it.

Something prodded her backside, and she knew that it was the cock that had escaped her viewing in the ambient light of the room. His erection was leaving a wet trail along her hip and buttock. Out of reflex, she opened her thighs to accommodate him.

He took the invitation instantly, settling his chest against her back and his hips between her thighs, but scooping a hand under her to support her as he raised her to her knees again. His erection thrust against her opening once, twice, and then their combined lubrication let him inside her.

"Valentine? What the hell is going on?" Mythos's concerned voice was echoing through her door and she flung it open, facing her soon-to-be lover like a tiger attacking its prey. He was startled to say the least.

She advanced on him and he retreated while his eyes feasted on her body from head to toe over and over. "Me? I am tired of you talking to me like an invalid. I am a woman, I have needs and, based on the erection you get whenever you see me, you have them, too."

His mouth opened and closed as she backed him into his bedroom. She paced forward silently and pushed him back on the bed. First, she stripped him of his shirt, then his trousers, and when they got stuck, his shoes. She should have remembered the shoes. It had slowed her own disrobing rather dramatically.

"You know, it is very convenient that elves don't like underwear or that could have taken a lot longer." She crawled on top of his silent form, then rubbed her body against his like a cat. He groaned and she smiled. "We are going to make you a new memory of my body and you are not going to say a word until I am done. Then we will discuss it." She leaned forward and nibbled on his jaw. "Nod if you agree."

His nod came without hesitation, and when she rubbed his cock against her cleft, so did she. Her body was wet, ready and adrenaline was pulsing through her so she settled her opening on his erection and let her body weight push him into her body.

A few twinges of pain flickered through her and Mythos's hands gripped her hips as if to stop her. She grabbed his hands and pulled them away, pushing herself onto him completely. Whew. That had taken some of the edge off her lust, but seeing her lover's eyes closed and head thrown back gave her more than hormones, it gave her strength of purpose.

She braced her hands on his belly and lifted herself almost completely off him. On the down stroke, sweat began to bead her belly. So that was what all the fuss was about. She did it again and again. Mythos groaned heavily, his hips arching against hers. Valentine rode him until sweat was flying from her and their bodies slapped together in a steady beat. Her hands gripped her breasts to keep them from bouncing and that was when he made his move. He reached two fingers between them and rocked them against her clit…

Hah!

He may have thought he was the big, strong warrior-man, but he had another think coming if he honestly thought she was completely powerless. What sort of brainless ninny did he think she was, anyway?

What sort of brainless ninny are you, anyway?

Oh my God, what was she doing? Encouraging him? Oh crap… bad move there.

Or was it?

Holly was staring into space, running the possibilities through her mind at lightning speed when his hands moved. He stood, lifting her easily, and tossed her casually face-down across the back of the chair he’d been leaning on. She was still gasping when her wrists were grabbed and pinned to either side of the chair.

“Woman, you need to learn to curb your impetuous behaviour.” She could feel his hips pressing into her back, driving her pelvis deeper into the cushion.

Forgetting his size, she tried to tug her wrists free then, when they didn’t budge an inch, she kicked backwards, hoping to knock his feet out from under him.

His chest was resting against her back, and she felt his deep chuckle rumble right through her, making her stomach flip. Moisture gathered between her thighs as her pussy readied itself. No matter what her independent, feminist brain was telling her, her body seemed to be stuck somewhere rather more mediaeval. Holly shivered and tried to clench her legs together. A large male thigh inserted itself between her legs, separating them, and she blushed. Pinned and spread-eagled, her cunt open and waiting for him…

Hot damn!

That little subconscious voice was really struggling now, but it was definitely fading into the background. Having this much hot, hard man pressed up against her, wanting her, was absolute bliss.

And it wasn’t like she was about to let a stranger fuck her – everyone knew Santa Claus so, by definition, everyone knew his son. Or something like that. Close enough, anyway.

Pleasure flowed around her nipples and soft hands stroked down her sides, over her stomach, teased at the edge of the trim triangle of red curls that crowned her pussy. Claire's hips arched against the hand, her mind swimming with wine, her body pleasantly exhausted. Visions of Ashton, of his lean body bare against hers, his cock, hard, veined and perfectly crowned driving into her, filling her, claiming her, spun in her dreams like silk.

And Dwight, impish grin on his face, offering the glistening bead of his desire to her lips, the purple head sliding easily into her mouth, feeding her the salty promise of his release. Claire moaned her way from sleep, her hand automatically seeking the head attached to her nipple. She arched into the soft bite and tangled her fingers in his hair.

He slid his fingers through the curls, teasing her clit, entering the already wet folds and followed the path to the gate.

A cool breeze blew over her wet nipple as he pulled away. "Fuck, Claire, you missed me?"

Shaking her head at the fanciful turn her thoughts had taken, she moved away from the dragon prints and off to the stand of trees. The first tree was too tall. The second was too lopsided. The third reminded her of her fourth grade teacher. The fourth tree was just right. Six feet tall with a big bushy base. She started hacking at the base and it shook snow on her with every stroke. When it dumped down the back of her shirt, she squealed and jumped back. Dropping her axe, she shook it out as best she could with her parka in the way.

"What is it? What is wrong?" The deep baritone hummed out of the darkness.

Maggie shrieked and looked down for the axe. It was deep in the snow and she couldn't get it out in a hurry. "Who is there?"

"Syrus. We met this morning." He came out of the shadows to meet her wide-eyed gaze with his own.

"You are dressed. I distinctly remember you being naked." She was stupefied. His dark shirt and pants looked centuries out of date and yet perfectly suited him. His hair blended with the fabric and framed his face. She was going to say more when the tree she was working on shifted alarmingly. She squeaked in surprise when he swept her into his arms and away from the falling pine.

"Why are you chopping a tree in the dark? It is most unwise."

"I started when it was light. I would have been done if you hadn't surprised me." She was a little defensive and mildly irritated that the thickness of her clothing kept all contact with his body in her imagination. Damn it.

"You are very light," he said it almost absently as he shifted her to one arm and grabbed the tree with the other. "Where did you want this tree?"

"Ideally, in my house in one piece. It's my Christmas tree. Tomorrow, I decorate it and put the presents my friends gave me under it."

He began striding to her cabin, her cradled with one arm and the tree with the other.

"My axe, the toboggan…"

"I will retrieve them later. A holiday tradition isn't something to die over and you cannot see in the dark like I can." Irritation coated his tone and he stopped at her door.

She could opened it for them. Inside, he slid her down his body, the puff of her coat seemed to frustrate him so he removed it. Maggie shucked her gloves and touched his skin for the first time. She cupped his jaw line and stroked his flesh, amazed at the smoothness of his skin. No five o'clock shadow or trace of a beard dared to interrupt the texture of his skin.

She traced the outline of his wide mouth with her fingertips and his tongue flicked out to touch her, taste her. Evidently he liked what he tasted because he sucked her fingertip into his mouth and twisted his dexterous tongue around it. He stroked her digit for a moment and then released her.

"I see you are less frightened of me this evening."

"I have decided that if I have gone insane I am going to enjoy it."

"Well, far be it from me to deny you your hallucination."

Apparently, for an imaginary dragon, that constituted foreplay because he lifted her up and wrapped her limbs around his waist, then walked her to her bedroom with his erection rubbing against her clit through her jeans.

He splinted and wrapped her arm while Galmor worked on the more superficial damage, then took her hand in his own. He pressed the back of her knuckles to his forehead and sighed. She would be healed. She would completely recover and then he would discuss her selection of red and white satin underwear. He particularly liked the gingerbread man on her panties.

* * * *

She was hung over and had been playing tennis with a cannonball. It was the only explanation for the throbbing in her head and arm. The air smelled spicy, crisp and, when she opened her eyes, she knew that she was in a coma and hallucinating. The bed she was in was covered in red and black velvet, and the walls were lit from within. Jewels within glass. It looked like sculpted ice. That was not the most vivid of her dreams however. There was a beautiful man with snow-white hair and bright blue eyes staring at her, wearing only a red pair of trousers and a wide black belt.

"Whatever I had to drink, I should cut back on the dosage." She shook her head and blinked several times, but her vision remained sitting there, smiling at her.

"You were not drinking at all. There was no trace of alcohol in your system."

She shook her head gingerly. Nope. He was still devastating. "I was driving, right? No I don't drink and drive. Never have. What hit me?"

Her mystery man took a deep breath. "My sleigh. I am Santa Claus."

She lay back and absorbed that, then pulled the coverlet over her head. She had brain damage. That had to be it. The tugging on her covers made her look at her hallucination once again. He gathered the covers at her waist and helped her to sit up.

"You were driving in a blizzard, not the brightest of moves, and you travelled through a portal that brought you near my workshop. That is where your car was struck. The elves have brought your sedan here for repairs, but some of the newer ones are begging to learn to drive it. Do they have your permission?"

"Can they fix anything that they do to it?"

"Of course."

"Tell them to go nuts then." She thought about what she was agreeing to. "Okay, if what you are saying is real, and I personally think that this is a hallucination, then can the elves reach the pedals?"

His amazing blue eyes blinked at her for a moment and then he broke into laughter. He howled with mirth, his hair sliding forward to expose very pointy ears. Now she had to be delusional, he seemed to be an elf.

Oh. My. God. Her face burned with embarrassment. If he was an elf, he could definitely reach the pedals. He was six feet tall if he was an inch, and very fully grown.

"You said your name was Santa?"

"Sahn-Tah Kelas, you may call me Sahn."

"Anora Snow."

His lips twitched again. "Snow?"

"No jokes, Snow." She crossed her arms over her chest and that is when she noted two things. One, her right arm was in a splint, and two she was down to her holiday underwear. "What the hell happened? Did I hurt my arm in the crash?"

"No. That happened when you fell out of the sleigh upon landing. It was healed for you, but will still be tender for a few days to a week. The splint is the reminder for you to take it easy."

"What about my clothes?"

Their drive was quiet. The mountains and trees flew past the windows, the suspension of the car was so tuned that she felt like she was floating on air. Their drive could have lasted two hours or two days, all she knew was that when he pulled up in the rotunda of the home that was still under construction, she whistled in amazement.

She was home.

Her soul recognized the structure jutting from the stone as its resting place, a place of peace and introspection.

When she looked over at Zenner, she saw the same thing in his eyes. He knew that she belonged here. He had built this for her before they had met.

"Cordis Exitor. The soul's awakening. I named it the day that they first cut the earth to lay the foundation. Would you care to see inside?"

"I would love to. Please. Show me your soon-to-be home."

He held his elbow out to her and she took it, unsurprised as the doors to the house opened without his touch. The air was thick with magic up here. Fewer humans to dilute and waste the purity of the energy.

"Wow. The entry hall is amazing. Those staircases are hand carved? They look incredible."

"Everything here was done by hand. Few craftsmen around that will do it my way, but I pay very well."

"I imagine that you do. Where do you get your money? A huge pile of gold that you used to sleep on?" He was silent and she started to laugh. "Seriously? Wow. Stories about dragons are not exaggerated."

"Only a few of them. The rest we put out there for propaganda." He twirled her into an arc that had her laughing. When she swung back, she was flush against him and her laughter quickly stilled.

"Would you care to see the bedroom?" He waggled his eyebrows at her.

"Of course. But if it is a thorough tour, will I lose my maiden's status?"

"Not until you are free of your clan and can come to me willingly and eagerly." He wrapped his arm over her shoulders and steered her up the left staircase. There were no carpets in the home, but the smell of polished wood was everywhere. The entire house was made of granite and oak and it seemed to be made of light as well.

"The goblins that I hired to work here only work nights. Their craftsmanship is better after dark."

"Goblins? Goblins are real?" A whole new world was starting to open to her. Not just the insular world of werewolves, but she was here with a dragon and his contractor was a goblin. Life just kept getting weirder.

"Yes. Most mythical or fairytale creatures are real." The double doors to what must be the master bedroom swung open at their approach.

"That's a nice touch."

"The bedroom and the kitchen are the only finished rooms so far. I like to fly up here and look out over the mountains. The view is amazing." He steered her past the enormous bed in the centre of the room and out onto the balcony.

With the wind blowing, the sun setting and the mountains keeping them safe, he went to one knee and proposed.

"Arabel Marx, once we have freed you from the mire of you clan, will you marry me? Will you be my wife, my partner and my lover forever and ever?"

"I will see how long forever lasts for me, but Zenner-Arial-Ifical, I will marry you until my last and final day passes."

Before she could lean down to kiss him, he took her left hand and slid a ring of incredible beauty into place. "A mere trifling of the wealth at my disposal, but a rock that I dug out myself for the woman who would take my heart and hold it within hers." He stood and lifted her at the waist for a kiss. She wrapped her arms and legs around him to return the kiss and the friction as he walked was driving her out of her mind.

If sex is off the menu, why is he dropping me onto his bed?

"You know, even though I intend to save the best for our first official night together, I have been dying for a taste of you."

With only a few quick movements, her sweatshirt and bra went flying and he was working at her jeans with incredible dexterity. She was leaning back on her elbows and watching him, then looked away and blushed furiously as her jeans were removed and her underwear with them. She had no idea when her boots and socks had disappeared.

She couldn't make light of the intent look in his eyes as he stroked her shoulders, collarbone and trailed his way down to her breasts. He leaned forward and nuzzled her breasts, warming them with his breath as he moved from the left to the right. Ary brought her hands up and caressed her own flesh gently as he worked his way down her torso to rest between her thighs.

His breath heated her sensitive core, the petals of her sex opening with moisture under his intense scrutiny. The embarrassment of having her body getting slick with someone watching went out the window when she first felt the touch of his tongue.

She gripped the bedding with both fists as his mouth began to stroke her in places that her own fingers could never reach. When he licked her, she mewled and as his tongue worked into her and started to undulate. She cursed his dragon heritage.

Unlike the ones generated by her own hands, this orgasm caught her by surprise with both its suddenness and its strength. A keening cry came from her mouth as she arched her back in abandon. Zenner kept licking her until he had licked her dry. Her body was sweaty, exhausted and singing with the tune he had taught it.

She didn't know if she would be able to move again. Ary didn't know if she wanted to. "This is a good place to die. I think I will just lay here forever."

If Merrick had told Matt that Gemma would plop down on his lap and kiss him stupid before dinner, he wouldn’t have believed it. Hell, if he’d known telling her so little of their missions would make her react like this he may have said something a week ago. Still, there was something to be said for anticipation.

Matt took over the kiss when she nibbled his lips. Opening his mouth, he slid his tongue inside her mouth, reveling in her exquisite taste. The scent of raspberries and vanilla clung to her. Probably from the pies she’d baked for the guests earlier. He managed to keep things rather tame until she wriggled on his lap, grinding her hips against his in a blatant invitation.

Standing, he almost smiled when she wrapped her legs around his waist and nibbled her way over his jaw to his ear.

She whispered breathlessly in his ear, "The bedroom is out the door and to the left. You can’t miss it."

Matt wasn’t anyone’s fool. He headed for the door, barley able to keep from running.

Lying back on the bed, he cupped the back of her head, tilted it to the side and suckled her neck.

Gemma groaned when he moved his lips to her ear and laved the delicate shell. She shivered, goose bumps covering her arms as his hands skimmed down their length. Moving his hands to her hips, he pulled her tight against him pressing his cock against her lower stomach.

Rolling over, he looked down into her eyes. "Do you want this, Gem? Do you really want this?"

She gazed up at him a glazed look in her eyes. "I want you, Matt. I’ve wanted you for as long as I can remember. Even when I thought I hated you, I wanted you and hated myself for it."

Gemma stood and began to undress as she smiled down at him shyly, her face turning red.

Matt didn’t need an invitation, as he too stood and shed his own clothing in record time before turning with the idea to help Gemma with hers. She was already in the bed, the blankets drawn up to her chin when he turned his attention to her.

Matt smiled, almost chuckling at her uncharacteristic shyness. Even when she’d been a virgin she hadn’t been this shy. The smile faded when he remembered what caused her reticent behavior. She needed a lot of care--a lot of comfort to overcome the fear those men instilled in her.

One day he would make the men pay. Now though, he intended to make her forget. At least for a little while.

Crawling into bed beside her, Matt took Gemma in his arms and held her tight, reveling in the sensation of her bare flesh against his. Her breasts pressed against his chest.

He kissed her then, poured every bit of the love he felt for her into it. His hands skimmed over her back, moving around to cup her breasts, gently pulling and twisting her distended nipples.

Gemma groaned into his mouth when his hands slid over her gently rounded stomach. His cock bucked at the knowledge that she must still practice her belly dancing. It had been both a source of desire and pride that she’d been able to dance privately for him--and most likely Merrick as well.

When his hand brushed the soft curls at the apex of her thighs, she opened her legs, and groaned as his fingers gently swept past the moist, plump lips between her legs. He stroked her flesh tenderly, his finger and thumb grasping her clit and pulling gently as he thrust his tongue into her mouth and swallowed her cries.

So intense was his own pleasure, Matt couldn’t stop himself from groaning into her mouth. He spread the soft folds of her nether lips and slipped his fingers inside her, while his tongue danced with hers. Gemma turned her head, sobbed against his shoulder as he leaned down to kiss her breasts and suckled her diamond hard nipples.

Matt worshipped her with his lips as his fingers danced over her smooth flesh. His fingers slid in a circle over her slick flesh, around her pulsating clit, until she writhed against him totally mindless and covered in a thin sheet of perspiration. He purred against her breast, laving the tight bud at its crest.

He reached out and trailed his fingers down her chilled cheek. "Your skin is so soft." He shook his head. "You are so beautiful, so young. I do not remember what it is like to be so innocent." He stared deep into her eyes. The sparkling green depths of his own were filled with such pain, such loneliness and longing that it made her bosom hurt. "Come. I will lead you home."

He took her by the arm as if to lead her from the ever-darkening wood. She stopped, pulled her arm free from his grasp and, caring naught about her old skirt, sat on the ground at his feet.

"What in the name of God do you think you are doing?"

The sound of his voice reverberated through her, causing her breasts to tingle and their tips to harden to the point of pain. Her most private parts grew moist with her body's dew, dampening her shift and petticoats.

"You are one of them, are you not?" she asked as she boldly stared up into his too pale face. "How lonely you must be." She tilted her head, the thirst of her youthful curiosity needing slaked.

Dante looked down at the succulent ass before him. He watched the long line of her spine, the way her waist cut in at just the right place. Just a few minutes ago, he couldn't wait to sink his cock into her wet channel. Now though, now he needed to show her that he was not one to disobey. He was her mate, and as such, he was also her master. The faster she learned those truths, the better off they would all be.

Gazing down at the tight little rosette of her ass, he decided he would take her there. Besides, he needed to ready her for a multiple mating. It had been a long time since the three of them took a woman together, but he knew they would want their mate in that fashion. Nothing made them feel closer to one another the way pleasuring a woman at the same time did. He could only imagine how pleasuring their mate would make them feel, how close it would bring them when they all climaxed together.

"Stay there." He pressed his hand down on the small of her back when she would have resisted. She could get free if she chose. He merely put enough pressure on her to show her what he wanted, what he expected of her. "If you truly do not want this, you merely need say so. Otherwise, I will take your silence as acquiescence.

Kneeling down, he gave in to his desire to give her nether regions a closer inspection. Inhaling deeply, he reveled in her intoxicating scent before he leaned closer to slide his tongue over the pink flesh of her sex.

Maya moaned, her arms and legs flailing in the air as he held her in place. She didn't fight, didn't cry for him to let her go. She may not admit it outright, but she wanted this, needed this as much as he did. She needed someone to dominate her as much as he felt the need to take charge. This was his mate, what he wanted, needed in a woman and he intended to be everything she needed in a man.

Monica took Rene’s head between her hands and tipped it back. She looked down into his eyes.

“Talk,” she said, “or we’ll make you talk.”

“Guess you’ll just have to make me,” he said.

Monica released his head and placed her hands on Rene’s shoulders. Bright red nails moved down over his chest to his nipples. “Ever had your nipples tortured, Rene?”

“That’s an unusual interrogation technique, isn’t it?” Rene glanced at Holden. “Are you going to allow that, Detective?” he asked, his voice silky and seductive.

Logan was about to protest when he heard the sound of little jingle bells coming from somewhere. Logan looked around.

"On his shoes," Terrance offered. "The elves all have jingle bells on their shoes."

"You don’t."

"I’m a Norse elf," he said with a grin. "We resemble humans in everywhere, except for our ears. And I don’t like jingle bells." He lowered his voice so the Santa man couldn’t hear. "I’m tired of hearing those damn things, though I wouldn’t tell the old guy that."

Logan smiled a little in spite of himself.

Abruptly Santa rose from the table. "Finished," he said. "Off to bed with me. Terrence, you’re in charge."

Mrs. Claus sighed heavily when Kris left the room. "I wish he wouldn’t go to bed right away. He has a lot of gas right after he eats. He’ll stink up the entire room."

Logan didn’t know what to say to that.

Terrance laughed outright and rose from his chair. "Come then, Logan, let me get you settled."

It took Logan a second to untangle his legs from under his seat. Finally, he managed to stand up. The little elf called Marty studied him closely, his pencil poised. Logan hissed at him and he ran off.

Terrance was laughing as he bid Mrs. Claus goodnight and headed down the hallway then up a flight of stairs. Logan followed him. He wasn’t sure what else to do.

"Mine is the last room at the end of the hallway," he said. "There’s a nice big double bed. I hope you don’t mind sharing." He paused and looked at Logan.

Logan could have sworn there was some kind of innuendo in there. Logan, this is fucking Christmas Land with tinker bells and reindeer. No one would actually have sex here.

Terrence opened the door to the room and walked in. He turned around when Logan didn’t move, took his arm and pulled him inside.

Logan eyes widened as Terrance pushed the door closed with his foot and pushed Logan up against it. "What to hell?"

"Come on." Terrance pressed his body hard against Logan’s, "A hot young stud like you knows the score," he groaned. "This opportunity doesn’t come along every day--and I’ve had enough elf cock to last me a lifetime."

Elf cock?

Terrence tore open Logan’s shirt like some mad rapist. He ran his gaze over him and smiled. "Yummy," he said, stripping off his own clothes. He threw them into a pile on the floor then fell back on the bed, posing his naked body seductively.

Logan swallowed. He had a great body for a…whatever he was, and all the right parts were in all the right place.

Terrance motioned to him with his finger. "Come on baby, don’t tease me. Get ‘em off and show me what you got. I know what I got here, a genuine naughty boy, naughty enough to get Santa to take a personal interest in you." He licked his lips. "Give me some."

"Ah, Terrance," he looked around, "I…this is a dream, but at least it’s getting interesting."

Terrance crooked finger again. "Come on baby, you’ve got a very lickable chest. Please let me see the rest of you."

Logan undid the belt on his pants. He threw it aside. Slowly he lowered the zipper on his jeans. Damn. He wasn’t sure where this dream was leading, but with the hunky specimen lying in wait for him on that bed, he sure as hell intended to find out.

Naked, Logan crawled across the bed to Terrance, running one hand up Terrance’s calf.

Terrance made a humming sound in his throat. "No wonder you’re so naughty, Logan, you have a cock that is to die for. Look at my ears."

Logan paused just before reaching for Terrance’s erection. "Holy…" he began, his mouth open.

When the doorbell rang, I walked to the door and was surprised to see Victor Moore standing there.

He held out a bottle of wine with a big red bow wrapped around it. "For us, later," he said.

I opened my mouth, closed it again, told myself to try not to sound like an idiot. "Come in. You didn't have to…"

"I wanted to. Am I the first one here?"

"Yes, actually." I took the bottle from him. "Thanks."

"My pleasure. I didn't want to look too eager." He grinned. "Guess I flubbed that one, eh?"

I was holding his coat in my hand, a little awestruck by how damn hot he was. He wore a pair of blue jeans, probably designer. They fit him like a glove. A simple red shirt topped off the jeans, open at the neck. I busied myself in the closet. "The others will be coming soon," I announced as I turned around. "Like I said, it's not very exciting, just a bunch of kids trimming a tree."

He took off his boots. "You're going to be here, right?"

"Yeah."

"Well, then it will be exciting." He met my gaze.

I just stood there, then I smiled again uncertainly and cleared my throat. "Yeah, well. It was nice of you to come."

"I haven't done that yet."